When foreigners neared, tides churned
Counter-clock wised volume knob
Murkiest confusion earned
Dire silence covered on cob
It was never cowardice
My shame, not that i am shy
For i saw in them, hubris
They raise themselves up on high
Far not from your royal friend
Intellect and wealth you boast
Living with your latest trend
And i refuse a fake toast
Here you came, you must adjust
You're no boss and you're no God
Away, our native ores you lust
Extract not with our own blood
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Bow not to a highness
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5 Angelic comments:
Is this political?
... its literal!
enjoy!
This is excellent. I didn't even notice the rhymes the first time through...
Your work is always pleasing. :D
nice. i would have enjoyed it a little more if you had gone on to illustrate the majestic death of a major politician or pop icon, say with a joust through the chest cavity. however, i suppose i'm just too grotesque.
i give it an 8 out of 10.
i also like the rhyme and sequencing of this particular one.
well thanks Noah! that is so nice..
i think your works are excellent...
~_^
Hi, justin... nice to have you back.
thanks for the very optimistic comment...
i wish i had a grotesque mind just like you... ~_^
its all about the plunders on our patrimony and culture by foreign mining trades encouraged by our puppet government.
Mercury polluting our rivers
our balding rainforests
mainly pollution brought by super mining..
cause our country is soo rich in minerals..
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